After his blood dripped down, the veins of the tree wrapped outside the sarcophagus pulsated slightly like blood veins, and the color became more and more bright red, and the entire sarcophagus became more and more transparent and bright, until it emitted a dazzling light......

I don't know how long it took, Nangong Du had already fallen asleep in this dizzying light. When he woke up again, the girl who had been lying in the sarcophagus was already standing in front of him. What he never expected was that his iris was now in the girl's hand, resting on his neck. Nangong Du was annoyed by his carelessness, but he was too tired, physically and mentally tired. If he really wants to die here, he also admits it, so Nangong Du said indifferently: "Before I die, can you answer me a few questions." The girl said coldly: "Yes, but if you ask me a question, I will also ask you a question, if you don't answer or lie to me, then you can only die with questions." As he spoke, he sent the knife forward, and his voice was fierce. Then he added: "I'll ask first." ”

Nangong Du nodded.

"Your surname is Nangong, right?"

"yes. So, it's my blood that makes you ...... Come out? Nangong Du didn't dare to rashly say the word "resurrection".

"Looks like you know what your blood is for, who told you that?"

"Feng Yu Bai" Nangong Du stared at the woman's face and said the name word by word.

"Ah, where is he now?" The woman was visibly excited.

"You're Feng Yuling, aren't you?" Nangong didn't answer her, but took the opportunity to ask.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly put down her sword and said, "That's it, since you have all come here, my brother is afraid that he is already more than lucky." For so many years, I was lying alone in this gloomy sarcophagus, and people said I was dead, but I was still conscious, you know that feeling? I think this is God's punishment for us. After all, we have done too many bad things for this 'immortality' and 'resurrection'. I knew that my brother had always wanted to save me, but he didn't know, and I would rather not come back to life. I'd rather die for real. The more Feng Yuling spoke, the more excited she became, she had just recovered her strength, and at this time she said a lot of words, and she collapsed a little, so she sat down with the sarcophagus, and said, "You can kill me and avenge your father." As she spoke, she closed her eyes.

Nangong Du picked up the iris knife and gritted his teeth, he really wanted to kill Feng Yuling. But there was one more thing he needed her help with. So he got up and walked outside. Not long after, Nangong Du hugged Qi Xiaowu in, her body was already cold, and she was indeed dead. Nangong Du didn't say a word, put Qi Xiaowu into the sarcophagus, and then said to Feng Yuling: "You help me and resurrect her." Then, I will leave here and you will bring out the resurrected her. Take care of her until she is free to leave the valley. I will watch you from the shadows, and if you have a different heart, I will show up and kill you at any time. ”

Feng Yuling smiled sadly and said, "Don't worry, I will do what you say, whether you are watching from the dark or not." This is what we owe to you, and I am grateful if I don't have to pay it back. Since God has resurrected me...... Then, I'll pay off my old debts and start over. It's just that since you want to resurrect her, presumably, this girl is your dearest and dearest, why don't you stay here to resurrect her? ”

Nangong sighed: "Between us...... There are too many old hatreds and hatreds, and they can't be liquidated, and I don't want her to be entangled between love and hate for the rest of her life, or it would be better to start over like you. As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Qi Xiaowu's face, as if talking to himself: "For me, the beauty is gone, and she will not return to ......."

The valley was later called the Ghost Valley, because the house towers in the valley were overturned, and there were many barren mounds, and there were no more treasures, and no one came. Only the tranquil pool of clear water is like a gentle guardian, guarding this ghost valley. And on the edge of the waterhole, there is a green tomb, a tombstone in front of the tomb, on which only six words are written: the tomb of the Nangong lark. The grass at the head of the grave swayed in the wind, perhaps it was the soul in the grave that finally achieved the wish of life and was gratified.